Relatable
CAN WE HIT ONE BILLLIIIOON LIKES!
this part killed me
Pete, writing poetry in a notebook angrily: Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.
Patrick: Are you okay?
Pete: Mikey stole my fucking garlic bread.
(I donโt do these type of posts often but- )
Uh hey Mark,
why the hell,
do you do this.
Nightmares
As someone who prides herself on taking screenshots at good times, here are some of my favourites I got!!!
@therealjacksepticeye
Reblog to join.
Weโve got snacks.
Gerard isnโt cursed here but Mikey is so fucking cursed that it makes up for it
breaking news: brendon hires himself as touring bassist
A TRUE HERO OHMYGOD
THE GIRL THAT ASKED THE STAR QUESTION CAME TO ETHANโS PANEL WITH THE SAME QUESTION AND JACK LITERALLY STOOD UP AND WAS ABOUT TO GET HER ASS IโM CRYING